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Called Home

I was taught
All glories
Soon enough
Will pass

Until I
Understood
Everything
Is glory

I wend my way
Through life and all
Its myriad conditions

Oxbows and diversions
Rapids and reservoirs

Confined by circumstances

Wide and shallow
Narrow and deep

Always flowing toward the light
Golden warmth which fills my heart
Reflecting on the amber stream

Sunset and the Sea
Calms my mind
Like a deep breath

Frees my heart
Like a lover’s kiss

Spirit’s favourite playground

Proximate intimacy

The kinship felt by being close
Without touching
Even among strangers

It’s strange to live day after day
Without the physical nearness
Of another human being

Fucking virus

I love the places
That make me seem small
And that I so often try
To make myself feel bigger
By focusing on some small detail

One tree in a forest
One stone on a beach
One face in a crowd

Day passes into pastel twilight
Atmospheric soothing sigh
Let the night come
Sonorous repose
Eyes closed
Sleepy
Sleep

In the cold quiet
Of a winter night
Me and the Moon
We have a chatter

Chunky frozen snow
Crunches underfoot
Shhhh, hisses the Moon

Be still
Listen

This I do

But all I hear is the Moon
Simmering on the snow peaks

Shhhh, Say I
To the full flood moon
Which does not know chagrin

Ahh, my friend
Replies the Moon
Would you have heard my sizzle
Had you never listened?

The Moon reminds me
How friendly Earth is
To me and those I love
To all life

But friendship has its limits
The Earth has only so much to offer
So it’s time to be a better friend
Give something back in return

At the intersection
Of darkness and light
I discover rainbows

Ignited by an
Inner glow I take flight and
Rise free from his hand